once in a blue moon (and sometimes every two years), i will go on a cleaning rampage and rearrange my bedroom so that i get a different feel when i enter it. perhaps i want to liven things up a bit or i just feeling like being a dutiful daughter with a vacuum. you couldn’t imagine what kinds of unmentionables i found hiding under my bed and behind dressers. i think the dustbunnies clogged my nostrils; i’ve been sneezing and blowing my nose for hours on end.

sharing a room is the worst, because i have to ok every single choice i make with my sister. no, i’m not one of those fortunate people who are blessed with separate quarters from their siblings; i have had to spend eighteen grueling years of my life arguing and sharing with my younger sister. she’s only a year younger than i and most people consider us twins, an opinion i just so happen to abhor immensely. but, yes, i still love her, a la la…

anyway, my room is so fresh and so clean at the moment. however, i know in a few days time i will have to tidy it up once more. and it doesn’t help that my sister and i are both coincidentally chore-phobic.